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fifteendozentimes) wrote2009-10-13 11:10 am
fifteendozentimes) wrote2009-10-13 11:10 am
WIP Amnesty: Untitled Mike/Kevin/Zac (Bandom, Disney RPF)
Love triangle in spaaaaaaace. Kevin runs a bed & breakfast (in space!) frequented by a band of fearsome space pirates (the most fearsome of whom is sleeping with Kevin) as well as a dashing space hero (who is sleeping with Kevin). I'm actually really bummed I never got very far in this one; there was going to be adventuring (in space!) and romance (in space!) and difficult decisions (in space!) and probably polyamory (in space!).
No warnings.
Kevin isn't exactly the most perceptive person ever, not when it comes to flirting, especially not when it comes to the galaxy's biggest heartthrob flirting with him, so it takes a lot longer than he might like to admit to put two and two together. Even then, he doesn't so much put them together as get handed a paper that says "hey, you, two and two? They make four."
"You're, um, naked," Kevin says (stammers, really), fingers tightening in the pile of extra towels Zac had asked for.
"Yes," Zac says, steps up into Kevin's personal space. This is getting unsettlingly like some of those vintage porn movies Joe collects; Kevin takes a few steps back, tries not to stare at...well, anything.
"I. Um."
"Let's play a game," and he is way too close now, but Kevin can't back up any more, and he's not as sure as maybe he should be that he even wants to back up. "Somebody like me spends the night in a bed and breakfast designed for people about six times his age every chance he gets." Zac's fast, the towels are out of Kevin's hands and nimble fingers are undoing his shirt buttons before Kevin's really processed the whole thing. "Do you think it might be because a, I have an insatiable lust for doilies," shirt unbuttoned, warm, rough fingers skim over Kevin's sides, "b, sheer masochism," and the fingers are sliding up, light enough to almost tickle, and Zac's lips are really, really close to Kevin's, "or c, a crush on the owner?"
And Zac's kissing him, gentle but insistent, naked body pressed right up against him, skin warm and smooth against Kevin's where his shirt is open, and Kevin is lost.
When Zac checks out in the morning, Kevin half-expects him to pretend nothing happened, but he leans over the desk, eyes hot and full of promise, tells Kevin he'll see him next time Zac's on the planet and somehow makes something he hears from a lot of his regulars sound absolutely filthy.
- - - - - -
Kevin makes a point of not turning anyone away, but the first time The Academy Is... docks he seriously considers locking all the doors and pretending no one's around. It's not like he's worried about offending them, and it can't be good for business to have some of the most feared pirates in the galaxy wandering around the place. Never mind how much Nick'll yell at him if he finds out – the president's brother housing wanted criminals can't be a good thing come reelection time, probably.
But he watches on the security camera as they climb out of the ship, and they look so tired Kevin leaves the doors unlocked and gives them a room like anyone else.
Which means they keep coming back, of course, because it must be hard for them to find someone who doesn't send them packing, or call the authorities on them, and when the third time they show up the only one Kevin's still really scared of comes down to the desk after hours, pins Kevin to the wall with nothing more than the intensity of his stare, kisses Kevin rough and brutal and fucks him the same way in the back room where he keeps all the linens, Kevin's pretty sure he's done second-guessing his decision to let them stay that first time.
- - - - - -
The pleasant buzzing at Kevin's wrist from the internal alarm clock Joe bought him last year is going to switch off in about one minute, replace itself with a light shock meant to annoy him out of bed (and after five minutes, a harsher shock, meant to force him out of bed, and the one time Kevin let it get to that point his hand was numb for an hour) but even knowing that Kevin can't quite bring himself to move from his warm cocoon made of blankets and full of Zac.
Zac shifts a little in his sleep, tightens his arm around Kevin's waist, but he only has a second to enjoy it before Zac's wrist starts vibrating gently against his skin.
"That would've come in handy a few hours ago," Zac mumbles, breath hot against Kevin's neck, and then all the heat is gone from behind Kevin, and with that gone he might as well get up.
"I think as far as vibrating body parts go, your wrist is probably the least useful." Kevin's the worst flirt in the world, mostly because anything remotely dirty makes him blush like crazy, but the grin he gets from Zac is worth the burning in his cheeks.
"Point. Next time I'm on Venus, I'll see what I can get installed," Zac says, winks at Kevin before digging his communicator out of yesterday's pants pocket.
Kevin tugs his own pants on, presses up behind Zac and kisses his shoulder. "I have to go man the desk for a while. Put some clothes on or I won't wanna leave."
"I knew there was a filthy mind lurking behind that innocent doily-obsessed exterior. And you have a computer to check people in, let's go back to – fuck."
That makes Kevin's cheeks flame bright red, and he ducks his head, rests his forehead against Zac's shoulder. "Um. Not in the mood to mince words?"
Zac sighs. "No, sorry, I just – work. I've gotta get going."
"You said you had a couple days, you haven't even had one."
"I know." Zac tosses the communicator on the bed, turns and wraps his arms around Kevin, kisses him lightly. "Sorry. You know I don't really work on a schedule."
"Yeah."
"Sorry." Zac kisses him again, deeper this time. "I'll be in touch, swing back through when I can."
- - - - - -
Carden hops over the desk, tugs one of Kevin's curls and pushes a little at him until he moves over, leaves enough room in the chair for Carden to drop down and sit with him.
"I really was planning on staying awake long enough to greet you properly last night."
"It's fine," Kevin says, shifts a little, rests his head on Carden's shoulder. "You looked so tired I probably would've turned you down for your own good."
"What have I told you about cuddling, Jonas?" Carden asks, tugs on one of Kevin's curls again. He's kind of obsessed with Kevin's hair, doesn't seem to go more than a minute or two without touching it, but Kevin won't mention that to him 'cause he'll probably stop if he knows Kevin can tell he's being affectionate.
"This isn't cuddling," Kevin counters, twists to kiss him; he only means to kiss him a little, but Carden has different ideas and it doesn't take long for Kevin to end up in his lap.
"Let the computer handle the desk for a while," Carden says against his lips, nips and sucks at Kevin's lower lip, squeezes Kevin's thigh a little. "'Cause I'm gonna fuck you in about five minutes, and I don't think you want it to be out here."
"Mike," Kevin says, ducks his head to hide the blush, but he shifts a little in Carden's lap, tightens his fingers in Carden's hair. "I – let me just finish checking my messages."
Carden nods, doesn't move his hand from Kevin's thigh but leans back a little, lips not quite so close to Kevin's skin, which, okay, at least now Kevin can sort of focus on his mail, but he's having trouble thinking of that as a good thing.
It's too easy to get into a rhythm of open-skim-delete when most of his messages are mundane business, so Kevin doesn't always notice who they're from, or important notes in the subject (like, for a completely random example, "Open When You're Alone ;)") until after he's already got whatever it is open. Which is a little too late when the reason he's supposed to be alone is a video of Zac jerking himself off, legs spread wide while he fucks himself on two slick fingers.
The room's silent for a minute after Kevin scrambles to close it, and Kevin'll admit he blushes probably more than the average adult male should, but at least this time it's definitely justified.
"So, uh, you're having a lot of fun when I'm not here, I see," Carden says, and leans back in so Kevin can feel the smirk against his neck.
- - - - - -
"You're trying to make me jealous," Zac says, blue eyes glinting with amusement.
"I am not. I just...wanted you to know."
"Does he know about me?" When Kevin nods, Zac squirms until Kevin realizes his hair must be tickling and stops. "Is he jealous?"
"I don't know. That's not why I told you."
Zac yawns, stretches, bronzed skin stretched tight over slender muscles. "Should I be jealous?"
Kevin just shrugs, and Zac laughs, tugs him up for a kiss.
"Kev, this is – it's just fun, right? I mean, I don't expect you to be serious about someone you see every couple of months."
No warnings.
Kevin isn't exactly the most perceptive person ever, not when it comes to flirting, especially not when it comes to the galaxy's biggest heartthrob flirting with him, so it takes a lot longer than he might like to admit to put two and two together. Even then, he doesn't so much put them together as get handed a paper that says "hey, you, two and two? They make four."
"You're, um, naked," Kevin says (stammers, really), fingers tightening in the pile of extra towels Zac had asked for.
"Yes," Zac says, steps up into Kevin's personal space. This is getting unsettlingly like some of those vintage porn movies Joe collects; Kevin takes a few steps back, tries not to stare at...well, anything.
"I. Um."
"Let's play a game," and he is way too close now, but Kevin can't back up any more, and he's not as sure as maybe he should be that he even wants to back up. "Somebody like me spends the night in a bed and breakfast designed for people about six times his age every chance he gets." Zac's fast, the towels are out of Kevin's hands and nimble fingers are undoing his shirt buttons before Kevin's really processed the whole thing. "Do you think it might be because a, I have an insatiable lust for doilies," shirt unbuttoned, warm, rough fingers skim over Kevin's sides, "b, sheer masochism," and the fingers are sliding up, light enough to almost tickle, and Zac's lips are really, really close to Kevin's, "or c, a crush on the owner?"
And Zac's kissing him, gentle but insistent, naked body pressed right up against him, skin warm and smooth against Kevin's where his shirt is open, and Kevin is lost.
When Zac checks out in the morning, Kevin half-expects him to pretend nothing happened, but he leans over the desk, eyes hot and full of promise, tells Kevin he'll see him next time Zac's on the planet and somehow makes something he hears from a lot of his regulars sound absolutely filthy.
- - - - - -
Kevin makes a point of not turning anyone away, but the first time The Academy Is... docks he seriously considers locking all the doors and pretending no one's around. It's not like he's worried about offending them, and it can't be good for business to have some of the most feared pirates in the galaxy wandering around the place. Never mind how much Nick'll yell at him if he finds out – the president's brother housing wanted criminals can't be a good thing come reelection time, probably.
But he watches on the security camera as they climb out of the ship, and they look so tired Kevin leaves the doors unlocked and gives them a room like anyone else.
Which means they keep coming back, of course, because it must be hard for them to find someone who doesn't send them packing, or call the authorities on them, and when the third time they show up the only one Kevin's still really scared of comes down to the desk after hours, pins Kevin to the wall with nothing more than the intensity of his stare, kisses Kevin rough and brutal and fucks him the same way in the back room where he keeps all the linens, Kevin's pretty sure he's done second-guessing his decision to let them stay that first time.
- - - - - -
The pleasant buzzing at Kevin's wrist from the internal alarm clock Joe bought him last year is going to switch off in about one minute, replace itself with a light shock meant to annoy him out of bed (and after five minutes, a harsher shock, meant to force him out of bed, and the one time Kevin let it get to that point his hand was numb for an hour) but even knowing that Kevin can't quite bring himself to move from his warm cocoon made of blankets and full of Zac.
Zac shifts a little in his sleep, tightens his arm around Kevin's waist, but he only has a second to enjoy it before Zac's wrist starts vibrating gently against his skin.
"That would've come in handy a few hours ago," Zac mumbles, breath hot against Kevin's neck, and then all the heat is gone from behind Kevin, and with that gone he might as well get up.
"I think as far as vibrating body parts go, your wrist is probably the least useful." Kevin's the worst flirt in the world, mostly because anything remotely dirty makes him blush like crazy, but the grin he gets from Zac is worth the burning in his cheeks.
"Point. Next time I'm on Venus, I'll see what I can get installed," Zac says, winks at Kevin before digging his communicator out of yesterday's pants pocket.
Kevin tugs his own pants on, presses up behind Zac and kisses his shoulder. "I have to go man the desk for a while. Put some clothes on or I won't wanna leave."
"I knew there was a filthy mind lurking behind that innocent doily-obsessed exterior. And you have a computer to check people in, let's go back to – fuck."
That makes Kevin's cheeks flame bright red, and he ducks his head, rests his forehead against Zac's shoulder. "Um. Not in the mood to mince words?"
Zac sighs. "No, sorry, I just – work. I've gotta get going."
"You said you had a couple days, you haven't even had one."
"I know." Zac tosses the communicator on the bed, turns and wraps his arms around Kevin, kisses him lightly. "Sorry. You know I don't really work on a schedule."
"Yeah."
"Sorry." Zac kisses him again, deeper this time. "I'll be in touch, swing back through when I can."
- - - - - -
Carden hops over the desk, tugs one of Kevin's curls and pushes a little at him until he moves over, leaves enough room in the chair for Carden to drop down and sit with him.
"I really was planning on staying awake long enough to greet you properly last night."
"It's fine," Kevin says, shifts a little, rests his head on Carden's shoulder. "You looked so tired I probably would've turned you down for your own good."
"What have I told you about cuddling, Jonas?" Carden asks, tugs on one of Kevin's curls again. He's kind of obsessed with Kevin's hair, doesn't seem to go more than a minute or two without touching it, but Kevin won't mention that to him 'cause he'll probably stop if he knows Kevin can tell he's being affectionate.
"This isn't cuddling," Kevin counters, twists to kiss him; he only means to kiss him a little, but Carden has different ideas and it doesn't take long for Kevin to end up in his lap.
"Let the computer handle the desk for a while," Carden says against his lips, nips and sucks at Kevin's lower lip, squeezes Kevin's thigh a little. "'Cause I'm gonna fuck you in about five minutes, and I don't think you want it to be out here."
"Mike," Kevin says, ducks his head to hide the blush, but he shifts a little in Carden's lap, tightens his fingers in Carden's hair. "I – let me just finish checking my messages."
Carden nods, doesn't move his hand from Kevin's thigh but leans back a little, lips not quite so close to Kevin's skin, which, okay, at least now Kevin can sort of focus on his mail, but he's having trouble thinking of that as a good thing.
It's too easy to get into a rhythm of open-skim-delete when most of his messages are mundane business, so Kevin doesn't always notice who they're from, or important notes in the subject (like, for a completely random example, "Open When You're Alone ;)") until after he's already got whatever it is open. Which is a little too late when the reason he's supposed to be alone is a video of Zac jerking himself off, legs spread wide while he fucks himself on two slick fingers.
The room's silent for a minute after Kevin scrambles to close it, and Kevin'll admit he blushes probably more than the average adult male should, but at least this time it's definitely justified.
"So, uh, you're having a lot of fun when I'm not here, I see," Carden says, and leans back in so Kevin can feel the smirk against his neck.
- - - - - -
"You're trying to make me jealous," Zac says, blue eyes glinting with amusement.
"I am not. I just...wanted you to know."
"Does he know about me?" When Kevin nods, Zac squirms until Kevin realizes his hair must be tickling and stops. "Is he jealous?"
"I don't know. That's not why I told you."
Zac yawns, stretches, bronzed skin stretched tight over slender muscles. "Should I be jealous?"
Kevin just shrugs, and Zac laughs, tugs him up for a kiss.
"Kev, this is – it's just fun, right? I mean, I don't expect you to be serious about someone you see every couple of months."